woah, I love the honestly. Bitter, beautiful, burning. Awesome .

Shavo

This is really powerful. I dont know what to say about it, except another lame 'I hope your okay," especially when it comes from a stranger.

I can really relate to the ending of this poem.

ANNA

Addictions come, addictions never leave... on the other hand, this poem demonstrates an addiction so realistically that it hurts... definately worrysome.

I like it! :) I love the words you used, like "honey-drenched razor". Drugs: Painful yet yummy? In any case, this is a fantastic poem. I must say, you are a born poet.

i like this.. you should read mine.

I love this-it's so honest & real, so genuine.

Whoa. The imagery is awesome. "“Late night, laying in the dark/Memorizing/The back of my eyelids", "Ticking/Ticking/Down my throat/Smooth as a honey-drenched razor." It's good! But who is "he"? That part I don't quite understand.. Nevertheless, you certainly captured that dreary resignation in giving in (to drugs)...it made for a wonderful read. Keep writing!:)

*Hugs ya* I feel ya, sweetness. Good work. Nice imagery, good words and imagination you put into it.

-Sky